The Father of Superheroes Chapter 32: rotten taste

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"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." —Confucius.

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For camping equipment, Mike and the others brought a set when they went out, so there was no need to rent it in the scenic spot.

The father and son, carrying large and small bags of equipment and food, followed Coulson to the camping area.

Mike chatted with Coulson all the way and got a simple understanding of Coulson's current situation.

Colson had just graduated from college and was confused about his future.

He wants to live a peaceful life and become a teacher, but he also wants to join the army because he admires Captain America.

The two choices made him sway, so he simply went out to travel to release his mood before making a decision.

Finally, after walking for a while, Mike and Coulson met his friend.

a woman...

"girlfriend?"

Mike bumped Coulson's arm lightly and winked at him.

Coulson blushed, but a girl with slightly curly hair introduced to Mike generously: "Millie, a classmate from Coulson University, is also his girlfriend."

"Oh, my God! He's got a girlfriend!"

Clark murmured in a low voice, looking at his father with a look of anger in his eyes.

Mike's mouth twitched, and he reached out and patted Clark's head, Eric and Charles snickered.

"Kid, you are so cute."

Millie bent down, put her hand behind her loose hair, and smiled at the three of Clark.

Eric raised his chin and said, "Of course, we are still handsome!"

Charles covered his face with a faceless look, and Clark smiled politely.

"Giggle!"

Millie smiled happily, reached out and scratched Eric's chin, and said to Mike, "You are already the father of three children, you really can't see it at all."

Mike smiled slightly and said, "We went over there. If we knew that Coulson was with you, we would not be the light bulb."

Coulson scratched the back of his head and smiled at Mike Hanhan.

Mike patted Coulson on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, we will stay farther away, and make sure that you won't hear any 'movement'!"

Coulson's face turned red with a 'pump', but Millie hugged Coulson's arm and smiled, "I like him like this, then thank you, Mike!"

"Boom!"

A red lip print appeared on Colson's face.

The rancid smell of love...

Mike gave Coulson a thumbs up and walked with the three children to the distance. It was only after tens of meters away that Mike stopped, and then took a light breath...

"Dad, what are you smelling?"

Charles asked politely.

"The rancid smell of love! You can still smell it here, go further."

After saying that, he walked another distance, until he reached a distance of 100 meters from Coleson's tent, and Mike stopped and started to set up the tent.

"Clark fetch me the pegs."

Clark nodded, picked up the ground nail, and handed it over.

Eric and Charles were playing around, and it seemed that nowhere could affect their good mood.

"Don't run away!"

Mike shouted to the two of them and said to Clark: "Son, watch those two little rascals go, don't let them affect others."

"As ordered!"

Clark saluted and ran to the two little guys.

Mike breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Clark, who he adopted first, had a reliable helper.

Glancing at the three of them, Mike started to set up the tent quickly.

To accommodate the four of them, their tent was quite large.

Humming the tune, Mike involuntarily glanced in Coulson's direction and shook his head with a smile.

He didn't expect to meet the future good gentleman on the trip.

"Coulson at this time is really tender..."

Mike muttered, thinking of his age, much older than the current Coulson, couldn't help feeling a little sad, and couldn't help but stroke his hair.

Hopefully, when Iron Man shows up, his head won't go bald...

However, by then, these children have grown up, right?

Thinking of the day when the children grow up, Mike couldn't help but look forward to it.

After a while, the tent was set up, and he looked at the time. Facing the west-sloping sun, Mike took out the pots and pans and started cooking.

Even in the wild, it is necessary to prepare a hearty dinner for the children to provide them with sufficient nutrition for their growth.

The sun slowly fell into the lake, and the calm lake seemed to have turned into a dazzling orange gem at this moment.

"pretty!"

Mike looked up at the lake and couldn't help but praise it.

The scenery here is really good.

"Hey! Guys!"

Mike beckoned to the three of them and said, "Come here to take pictures!"

"coming!"

"I want to take a picture!"

"Dad!"

The three little guys strode over.

The camera was set up. After the three of them posed, Mike quickly came behind them, stretched his arms, and hugged them. The faces of the four were squeezed together and shouted, "Eggplant!"

Click!

Time freezes here.

The lake is like an orange crystal, and on the green grass, the father and son's smiles are unanimous and brilliant.

As the night falls, the little lights bloom on the grass, like the little stars in the green sky, the beauty is like a dream, but many people's minds are not here, they all look in one direction, with doubts in their eyes and saliva in their mouths. But in rapid secretion.

so fragrant...

I saw Mike's family sitting together around a small oven, eating barbecue and drinking the fish soup cooked by Mike. It's not too beautiful, especially under the gaze of a bunch of people with bread sandwiches~www.mtlnovel. com~ That mood is not too happy at all.

"Dad, I want chicken wings!"

With his mouth full of oil, Eric grabbed the chicken wings from the oven.

"Snapped!"

Gently patting Eric's hand away, Mike said, "It's not over yet, don't worry!"

Eric nodded, staring at his chicken wings and watching Charles warily.

Charles pouted, eyes closed and opened, looked at Clark pitifully, and said, "Brother, I want to eat chicken wings too."

Clark handed Charles the half-eaten wing.

Charles grinned at Eric as a result.

Eric rolled his eyes and said, "I know it's cute, and it's not a man at all."

"Who made me the youngest!"

Charles was right about this.

"You're a few minutes later than me!" Eric said angrily: "It's too humiliating. If I knew it earlier, I should have kicked you back, if I could have done it at the time!"

"A little bit!" Charles stuck out his tongue and said, "It's a pity you can't do it!"

Eric: (▼ヘ▼#).

Mike sighed tiredly and handed the chicken wings to Eric.

Eric: (?ω?)!

Only food can keep them quiet for a while...

Fortunately, the meal was finished quietly.

The children played around, Mike packed up the trash, and the family sat and admired the lake under the moonlight for a few minutes, yawned in unison, climbed into the tent, and started to sleep.

Time passed, and the lights on the grass became less and less. Finally, when everyone fell asleep, when the moonlight poured down like mercury, and the lake was so quiet that even the wind did not wrinkle the lake, a ghostly figure appeared on the campsite.